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with all the white yellow flowerson her black dress,that she wanted to throw away,but I kept insisting,so pretty
impermanence is joyful
pure suffering is beautiful because it is always there - in various forms
do not dilute it with numbness artificial escapes
strength coming from emptiness invading all directionsin A W E
strength coming from absolute DISASSOCIATED compassion
strength coming from passing through gate-less gates feeling shore waves in your face blistering blue sand emerald green horses running wild splashing sound of tornado invisible currents shock torrents dark undercutting oceans and Earth globes beyond
fields of complete nothing buildings washed walls adobe stone the Spanish brought into our lands, strange creatures, strange sounds, green magnetic blood, ultra everything
graves and cremation ashes power herbs of ancient lands, Anasazi
beaches of nothing cities mirage blinding flash silver sunrisesphinx leaving post to disappear into maze of yawn laid out
cyclops eating water to empty oceans still seeing no tideexpression of nothingness in eyes seeing far back in time
breaches in chains of command and evidence all break down order isexposed as criminal futility in language and subtle corruption wallshollow as rain filled drums fallat the edge there is a peculiar pattern repeating sound
‘I’ realize ‘I am’ in darkness blissnot what I thoughtall the worn out phrases are bullshitnot what I mean
not what Iall phrases are deadnot what
bliss beyond beyond the senses
crying now, as the forms are deadbirth and death are deademptiness is dead
the blueish pearl bracelet causing her to smile insidethe beaches of missing my beingthe presence I never seen before in human formthe focus and precisionthe happy and light voice
this is contradictionshort breath
alayavijaana
before bloodbefore sensingbefore blink
realmless dhyana
staying as that doesn’t belongstaying as I don’t belonganymoreanywhere
I don’t believeI don’t expressI don’t have any opinionI don’t have any knowledgeI don’t have any experienceI don’t have any spaceI don’t have any mindI don’t have any thingI don’t have any bodyI don’t have anyI don’t have any structureI don’t have any constructI don’t have any conceptI don’t have any protocolI don’t have any control
as I don’thave any pasthave any presenthave any future
freed from freedomfreed from prisonfreed from formfreed from birthfreed from deathultimately free
corn field, movingas she walks beneath the old oaksas we put the wet towels to dry
no peopleas we play in the playgroundtoo fast silly dizzyhappy and light
with all the white yellow flowerson her black dress,that she wanted to throw away,but I kept insisting,so pretty
crying now, as the forms are deadbirth and death are deademptiness is dead